Deterioration ↠ Total Drama World Tour

12- Greece's Pieces

Logan's POV

"Tyler, is something bothering you?" I overheard Alejandro ask while I attempted to doze off a short distance from them.

Ever since Noah's elimination, Tyler has undergone a complete transformation. He seems extremely anxious and has been avoiding me. I tried asking him what was wrong, but he brushed it off.

"I saw something," Tyler replied hesitantly.

"Oh, wow, that was a deep sleep," I heard Duncan yawn from the nearby bench. "Sleep of the dead. Haha. You know what I mean, Tyler? Dead."

Curiosity piqued, I opened one eye to witness fear wash over Tyler's face as Duncan clenched his teeth.

What's going on between these two? Did Tyler say something to Duncan that has him on edge? I hope he didn't threaten him.

//Duncan's Confessional

"Tyler caught Gwen kissing me, and now he's all freaked out and angry. But I think he knows better than to talk about it. He better know better!" //

//Tyler's Confessional

"I'm bad with secrets." //

//Alejandro's Confessional

"Duncan and Tyler. I must figure out what's going on there and use it." //

"Get ready for amateur-level challenges," Chris informed us as we gathered in the common room. We exchanged excited glances.

"Because we're recreating the original Olympics."

Our faces instantly fell.

Do we have to... be naked?

"And we're off to the birthplace of the Olympics, in..."

"Greece!" Courtney raised her hand.

"Atlantis?" Sierra guessed.

"Mount Olympics?" Owen asked.

"Wrong, fictional, and... what!? We're actually going to Rome, Italy!" Chris announced, leaving Owen gasping.

"Pizza party!" the blonde exclaimed.

Frowning, I raised my hand.

"Logan."

"Why are we going to Italy?" I questioned, standing beside Owen. "Courtney was right. Greece hosted the first Olympics."

"Thank you," Courtney responded with a smile.

"Yeah, Logan and Courtney are both right. The Olympics originated in Greece," Alejandro spoke up, nodding in my direction.

"No. They origina—"

"Greece. They're right," Gwen interrupted Chris, exchanging a knowing look with Courtney.

In an attempt to prove his point, Chris pulled out a stack of papers. After scanning through them, he scowled and tossed a few papers to the ground.

"Interns!" Chris called out, clenching his fists. Two men appeared by his side.

"Everyone should probably hold on to something," Chris instructed us. "Except you." He pointed the rolled-up papers at one of the interns.

Without hesitation, we clung to the table, hiding underneath it. The plane jerked to the side, and Chris pushed one of the interns out into the air.

Peeking out from our hiding spot, we watched as Chris spoke with the other intern.